DARKER ISSUES EXPLORED AMID FRENETIC FARCE - Terry MacTavish, Theatreview
Review by Terry MacTavish, 19 Feb 2012
The Fortune's 2012 season is off to a flying start, after a brilliant launch of its whole programme, that proved to be fascinating promenade theatre in itself. The Motor Camp seems certain to continue Fortune's successful wooing of theDunedin public with quality comedy, much of it purest New Zild. It's funny, it's dirty, it's provocative. Audiences will love it.
The caravanning holiday resonates all too powerfully with Kiwis. Who hasn't struggled to put up a tent in the rain, only to find it positioned next to the neighbours from hell? At a beach camping ground somewhere in the Catlins, the scene is set for the tragi-comic catharsis induced by such forced intimacy.
Playwright Dave Armstrong's philosophy sounds simple and obvious: ‘I like to get people laughing and then get them thinking'. This is a lot more easily said than done, but The Tutor, Le Sud, etc show Armstrong can walk the walk too. He is fast becoming the favoured son of Kiwi comedy. Niu Sila, his play about racism co-written with Oscar Kightley, is far and away the play most frequently recommended to each other by teachers of NCEA Drama.
Director Conrad Newport has collaborated with Armstrong before, and his sure touch is evident in the pace and timing of this energetic production, especially the frenetic farce of the second half. Armstrong's themes revolve around the importance of trust and communication in family life, of following your instincts and seizing life with both hands, which in comedy terms usually means a good bonk-fest; but he also explores darker issues of racism and domestic violence.
Newport's cast deals uncompromisingly with both aspects. Stock characters (stuffy academic, redneck builder) and frantic farce (desperate efforts to prevent a cuckolded partner from realising what's up in a rocking caravan) are enthusiastically embraced, but the laughter is silenced by scenes that are genuinely chilling, as when the redneck ‘disciplines' his Maori stepson.
While Armstrong has a wickedly accurate ear for our vernacular, the coarse language and sexual references (innuendo is too delicate a word) will be bound to shock many, and indeed some jokes would benefit from a lighter touch. (Perhaps, as with Niu Sila, an expurgated school's version will be made available.)
The set, designed by Matt Best, juxtaposes two caravans, visually divided by the camp loudspeaker, which barks out fascist messages from the offstage manager, ‘Dutchie'. The more old-fashioned caravan in 70s brown and orange belongs to the educated middle class Redmonds, the flashier one to the working class Hislops. I'd like to have some sea or bush in view, but it serves the action well.
Maryanne Wright-Smyth's costumes enhance the credibility of the characters, climaxing in a superb array of apt sleepwear that has the audience howling.
The actors all succeed in creating sympathy for characters who for the most part are pretty unlikeable. Chief among these is Patrick Davies, comically infuriating as Frank Redman, the ultimate holiday wet-blanket: a lecturer in literacy who learns a hard lesson. Davies has the lean agility for the physical work required and the panache to carry off a scene in which he gives a reading lesson using an x-rated Penthouse magazine as text.
Claire Dougan's whiplash body and prim mouth are employed to perfection as Frank's frustrated wife Jude, academically more successful than her husband, but yearning for a little attention and tenderness. They both strive to make believable a somewhat unbelievable, if welcome, resolution to their marital problems.
Jonathan Hodgeseems made for the role of rough diamond Mike Hislop, boorish but good humoured, bravely flaunting the most striking bottom since Pippa Middleton.
As Dawn, his Maori partner, Kim Garrett displays warmth and exuberant charm (her entry with lurid cocktails is a winner) balanced by a careful watchfulness where her son is concerned.
Teenagers will identify instantly with the adolescent children, typically agonising over the embarrassing behaviour of their parents while checking out each other. Holly and Jared are made completely plausible by Nadya Shaw Bennett and Joe Dekkers-Reihana, two extremely promising young actors.
Bennett totally nails teenage angst with her display of despair when she's dumped by cellphone: ‘He didn't even use vowels!' while Dekkers-Reihana creates a surprisingly sweet and vulnerable boy just emerging into manhood. Indeed the most moving moments of opening night for me were those when the audience's protective instincts were audibly aroused whenever he seemed in danger.
The Motor Camp is a good choice to kick off the year, with our memories of summer at the beach still fresh and ready for dissection by a talented crafter of NZ comedy, whom many see as the natural successor toRoger Hall. And it really does seem to be bringing in a virgin audience. Exiting the theatre I bumped into two patrons absolutely brimming with delight, who had never been to the Fortune before. ‘Why are you here now?' I asked politely. ‘We sell caravans,' they chorused triumphantly. They'll be back.
